A Walk On Sunday Morning

A walk on Sunday Morning
Though I usually go on excursions to the country during the week-end, I had decided to spend the whole of Sunday in the city for a change and to visit thecentral square and public gardens. It was so early when I left home that the streets were deserted. Without the usual crowds and traffic, everything was strangely quiet.
When, at last, Iarrived at the square I was surprised to find so many people there. Some were feeding pigeons and others were sitting peacefully at the foot of a tall statue. I went and sat with them so asto get a better view. What amused me most was a little boy who was trying to make pigeons fly up to his shoulder. He was holding some bird-seed in his hand and whenever a pigeon landed onhis arm, he laughed so much that he frightened the bird away.
Some time later I made my way to the public gardens. Here there was an entirely different atmosphere. The sun was nowbright and warm and the air was filled with gay laughter.
The pond interested me more than anything else for many people for many people had come to sail model boats. There were littleyachts with bright red sails, motor boats and wonderful sailing ships. They moved gracefully across the water carried by the wind while their owners waited for them to reach the other side.After resting for a time under a tree, I went and joined a number of people who had gathered round a man with a big model of a famous sailing ship called ‘The Cutty Sark’. It was perfectlymade and I gazed at it with admiration as its owner placed it in the water where it sailed majestically among the ducks and swans.
At midday, I left the gardens and slowly began walkinghome. I was not at all sorry that I had not gone to the country for the week-end. There had been much more to see in the city on a Sunday morning than I could ever have imagined.